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In autumn 2010, my husband Ian and I both quit our jobs, sold our house and left the flatlands of the east for the mountains of Wales. Our goal is to create a more self-sufficient lifestyle in a place we actually like living. Whilst Ian will continue to earn some money as a freelancer, my part of the project is to reduce how much we spend by growing and making as much of what we need as possible. The purpose of this blog is to keep friends updated with how the grand project is progressing, but all are welcome here. If you're not a friend already, well perhaps you might become one.

Friday, 12 August 2011

On the dangers of peas and the marvels of reflexes

To be honest, it wasn't the peas as such that were dangerous, but if I hadn't been harvesting peas for dinner, I wouldn't have been out in the rain, and I wouldn't have been hurrying back in, wearing crocs, across the slab of wet slate that starts the steps to our front door.


Wet slate steps. It's raining now, too.

There I was heading into the house, then the next thing I knew, I was flat on my back. The peas went flying (later recovered) and the colander suffered a small dent, but apart from the shock, I seemed to have got away with no greater injury than a bruise on my well-padded behind.

It was about 24 hours later that I realised why my neck was aching so much: I had whiplash. It was only then that it struck me: I didn't bang my head. In the time it took me to hit the deck, which was far too fast for consciousness to keep up, my reflexes had responded to the situation by tensing my neck muscles in such a way that my head was protected from an abrupt encounter with the concrete patio. Isn't that amazing?

We humans tend to pride ourselves on our conscious reasoning, but the animal parts of us are also pretty darned impressive, when you think about it.

4 comments:

  1. Such reflexes seem to work much better after an alcoholic beverage or two. Thanks to the snow/ice combo, I landed flat on my back in the early hours of Christmas morning after an evening of mulled cider and managed to avoid hitting my head, even though my conscious reasoning was, well, less conscious than under normal circumstances...

    Hope you're feeling better now.

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  2. I'm fine, thanks, in spite of recent close acquaintance with an alcoholic beverage or two ;-)

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  3. eek, that slate looks positively lethal - what's it like in the winter?

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  4. It's no worse in the winter - probably less bad because we take more care!

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